Old Loo

Old Loo

The old toilet pan from my blitzed bathroom seems to be taking root outside. I haven’t managed to dispose of it yet and part of me doesn’t want to. I’m getting used to seeing it outside my back window – it adds a bit of frivolity, quirkiness, fun. I’m seriously tempted to keep it. Maybe not there; maybe somewhere more out of sight, planted with red geraniums.